Veela Inheritance Problems

Author´s note: I know I promised to post this sooner, but I´m at my folks and their computer hates me.

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Chapter 16

The New Chase


The next day started out all too early for Harry. He woke up to Mrs. Weasley knocking on his door and it took a few moments to engage enough brain functions to realize that she was already entering followed by two other women and two men. They all waited at the foot of his bed for him to get up, something he was not very comfortable doing in front of all these people.

“Er… Good morning,” he said trying to understand what could be going on.

“Good morning, Harry dear,” Mrs. Weasley was already pulling the curtains and opening the windows, “we are here to help you prepare for the gathering.”

“Prepare? But nobody will see me, I’ll be in the middle of the woods all day, what is to prepare?” asked Harry eyeing a suspiciously large crate the two men were carrying between them.

“Harry,” one of the strange women called to him, “we understand that you are not familiar with the Veela traditions so it is natural to have questions. Please feel free to ask anything you want, but we do have to get you ready before you’re taken to the maze.”

“Oh, I see, but would it be ok if you just gave me a minute to change before we begin? You kind of caught me in my pajamas.” Said Harry fighting down the need to pull the covers up to his shoulders. He bet he was blushing like mad right now.

The strangers exchanged looks between them as if they didn’t know what to do and Mrs. Weasley took the initiative to explain a few things to Harry.

“The Veela Council sent these people to help you dress for the day, Harry. It’s traditional for the submissive to be groomed by a group of submissive members of the Veela clan involved in the gathering. They are here to bathe you with scented oils, dress you with the mating robe and escort you to your tent inside the maze.”

“Oh,” answered Harry really unsure of what he should say, then something that Mrs. Weasley had said register in his brain, “bathe? I’ll have to… uh, strip?”

“That is usually what one does when bathing, Mr. Potter,” answer one of the women with a amused smile on her face, “don’t worry. We are all submissives here. All you have to do is relax and enjoy being pampered.”

“Easy for you to say,” mumbled Harry wrapping himself with a blanket and going to the bathroom, followed closely by the whole Veela entourage, “and what exactly is this ‘mating robe’ that you mentioned?”

Mrs. Weasley waited until after the door was closed to let go of the laugher she was trying to hold, she had seen the robe and could only imagine Harry’s reaction to it.

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A few hours later Harry looked around and tried to absorb all the details of the tent where he was suppose to wait for a dominant to claim him. His mood was growing steadily worse as the minutes ticked by and it was not even close to the time the dominants would enter the maze yet.

Back in his rooms he had been striped naked in a room with four other people he had never seen before in his life and scrubbed in places he had no idea he had places to begin with, then they let him soak for awhile in a tub full with water too hot to be comfortable, then scrubbed again, then sent back to the tub, at least the temperature was nicer the second time around.

He had sighed in relief when they announced the bath was over, but that was only the beginning of the whole traditional preparation thing. They had trimmed his hair and styled with gel, done his nails, both hands and toe nails! They had even brushed his teeth! Where in the world had somebody came up with the notion that it would be nice to have somebody else brush your teeth? Thank Merlin they had decided against waxing his legs, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful that would have been, but even so his relief had been short lived, they didn’t wax him, but they did spell all his body hair off his body. Now he had hair and eyebrows and that was it.

Too furious to sit still, Harry got up and paced in the luxurious tent. It was an amazing tent; he had to admit, nothing like the tent he and the Weasleys had used at the Quidditch World Cup. This one was smaller, only one room, but what a room it was. There was nothing but delicate curtains, mountains of fluffy pillows and a humongous, equally fluffy, bed. A few oil lamps were distributed around the tent with pleasantly scented oil and a small table with a gorgeous crystal bottle filled with water, two goblets and a tray of fruits, bread and cheese.

Harry sat on the bed again as he vaguely noticed that the room was equipped with almost the same things Draco had got them at the Room of Requirement. It made sense; Draco was recreating the claiming environment he knew he would find in the tents the night he had claimed Harry.

It all contributed to remind Harry why he was so pissed, he had done this already! The chase, the claim, the first night. Harry took a second remembering his night with Draco. It has been… some experience. It was intense, intimate, hot, overwhelming… no way he was letting some stranger soil that night. It had taken long enough for him to start accepting the fact that he was a Veela and that Draco was his mate and he refused to go through the whole thing all over again simply because some high and mighty Veela wanted the chance to claim him. The claim was done and over with, better luck next time. Making his mind Harry got up from the fluffy bed once more.

His legs got caught up in his robes and he almost fell. That only made him madder at the whole situation. And to think that he had been concerned about the robe he had to wear after the claiming! This one was outrageous! He was practically naked even though he was covered from head to toe. The robe, if you could call it that, was one of the most transparent pieces of fabric he had ever seen in his life! A few well placed embroilments did very little to preserve his modesty. No wonder his ‘escorts’ had him wrapped in a oversized cloak on the way here. Too bad they had taken the cloak with them when they left.

Wrapping himself in one of the curtains, Harry marched outside and took a look at the tent. It was set up in a small clearing with hardly enough room for anything but the tent itself, all done in tones of green, almost blending to the vegetation around it.

‘Makes sense, I guess, no need to make it any easier for them. These colors make the tent almost disappear against the foliage.’ Harry thought, and that gave him an idea, ‘If they can make it harder for the dominants, there is no way I’m going to make it easy for any of them. They want a hunt; I’ll give them a hunt and them some!’

Harry took off his robe while running back inside the tent where he started to rub himself in the pillows and curtains. Blushing like mad he left the tent he did the same thing on a few trees at different intervals and ran back to the tent once more.

The next part made him blush even harder, but he was determined to make the lives of the dominants as hard as possible.

Harry carefully spread the cover of as many pillows as he could and adding a few curtains he managed to rip down in an irregular pattern in front of him and laid down in his makeshift bed. He started to concentrate on Draco. Running his hands on his own naked body, Harry remembered how Draco touched him that night, the kisses, the scents, Draco’s voice on his ears, his silvery eyes, his hair, his tongue… in less than five minutes Harry came violently all over himself and the fabrics in around of him.

It took him a minute to recover, but he had no time to spare. He cleaned his body in the fabrics, making sure he got his scent over as many as he could, then he picked up the soiled fabrics and hid one by one in all the niches he could find and as far apart from each other as he dared to place them.

He ran back to the tent and washed himself with the water from the crystal bottle as good as he could and using another one of the curtains from the tent to dry himself before donning the diaphanous robe again. He used the now empty bottle to store the scented oil from the lamps and left the tent once more. That should help mask his scent and throw the dominants of his track.

Harry ran back and forth through the woods, stopping every now and again to pour a bit of the oil in a strait line across his path and make sure he ran over it a few times before advancing any further. By the time he was running out of oil he heard the chime signaling the entry of the dominants.

By then Harry hope had a large enough circle of false leads and scented obstacles around the tent area. If what he had learned in CoMC was correct, he would successfully throw the Dominants off his track. He hurried back into the tent and used the remaining of the oil to cover his tracks as he went out of the tent again passing under the back wall by pouring some oil on his track just as he left the tent and some on the tree trunk after he had climb it. All there was left for him to do now was climb a tree and hide himself while the Dominants searched for him.

As he waited, hidden away as far up as he could get in the tree, each second seemed to tick away slower then the previous. Harry’s first minutes in his hiding place were filled with worry. He worried that he hadn’t covered his tracks well enough, he worried that some other dominant would find him, that he wouldn’t be able to run or fight… and, finally, after fifteen minutes up the tree and feeling he had enough of tree climbing to last him a life time, Harry began to worry about Draco. What if Draco decided not to come now that he was no longer a virgin? The blond could have decided to find himself a proper mate, one who was still a virgin and left Harry to be claimed by another.

Just as his eyes began to sting with unshed tears, Harry heard the first sign of commotion in the woods. He could hear growls, branches snapping and leafs being shaken. The Dominants had arrived. And with them a sudden whim to make himself seen, to leave his hiding place and present himself in the clearing in front of the tent, to show himself off in his pretty new robe.

“Bastards! They are all using The Call!” Harry muttered to himself in his hiding place behind the tent, gritting his teeth and shaking his head to clear his mind, firmly intending to hold his position no matter what. His plan was simple: he would stay where he was until all the other dominants checked the tent. Once they all made sure he was someplace else he would craw back inside, hide under the pillows and wait for Draco.

Harry was very happy with his plan and not once did he stop to consider that it included letting Draco know where he was or what did that mean. He never considered the possibility of trying to escape like the first time either. No, as far as Harry was concern he had the perfect plan.

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Draco knocked another Dominant off his path not even stopping to look if the unworthy creature got hurt after being thrown against the trees sideways. They were not important, only Harry was important and every Dominant he took down was one less Dominant to hurt his mate while trying to claim him.

In a way he was glad there were other Dominants in the woods with him, not that he liked the idea of any of them competing with him for his mate, not that. What he did like was the fact that he could vent some of his pent up anger knocking them out of his way. He was fairly certain the first two he had encountered would not be regaining consciousness any time soon, the three he came upon next were luckier but were still out of the chase for good.

He only had fifteen more to worry about. Draco pressed forward through the wood, vowing silently that the Council would regret their decision to demand a rematch for Harry before the day was out.

Draco ran a few more minutes before finding another Dominant, but this one was already unconscious with a piece of fabric firmly clutched in his hand.

Harry, it was Harry’s scent. It was all over the fabric. It was the scent of his arousal… Could one of the other Dominants have claimed Harry already? Sniffing the torn fabric Draco notice the scent of two Dominants, the unconscious one and some other, but none of them had been aroused. How did Harry get aroused all by himself? And why was this fabric covered with it?

The faint trace of Harry’s scent came in the wind. The same scent of arousal and cum. How…? A wisp of color caught Draco’s eye. Another piece of fabric stashed behind a pile of rocks. No scent of Dominants this time. Only Harry’s scent this time.

“He is throwing us off his track!” Draco could have laughed out loud at his submissive’s tactics. Only now he was faced with a problem, how would HE find his submissive? Following his scent would only lead all the Dominants in a wild goose chase.

‘Well, he won’t run,’ though Draco, ‘he tried that before and it didn’t work, so he will try to hide. But where could he be? He has just spent a couple days in the forest and I doubt he is eager to repeat the experience… he has to be at the tent, or near enough to access it if needed. I have to find the tent and start looking from there.’

Now that he was ignoring his mate’s scent, Draco could notice a pattern of sorts. Every time the scented path seemed to become strong enough to be followed it would be cut by a splash of scented oil which would linger in your nose for minutes before dissipating. If you were lucky enough not to step in to the blasted thing; then you would be stuck carrying the scent around with you. It was a nightmare for the Dominants.

Draco made it to the tent with only minor altercations with two or three frustrated Dominants. It was almost fun to watch them running around without any clue as to where to go next.

The tent was empty, but that much was expected and Draco didn’t worry too much about it. He knew Harry would be somewhere near by, it was only a matter of figuring out where.

Starting in front of the tent, Draco slowly made his away around it, looking for possible hide outs where his mate could be hiding. The first time around he found nothing and that got him a bit worried, but he knew he had to remain calm if he was to succeed.

Draco went for the second search around the tent and that was when he noticed.

The oil, used so liberally in the area in front of the tent was only used once behind it. Exactly behind it. There was some on the ground like all the other places but there was one difference this time. It was also in a tree trunk right behind the tent. How… strange.

Draco looked up and searched amongst the leaves and branches. Sure enough, there was a pair of dazzling emerald eyes looking back at him.

“Hi there.” Draco whispered smiling. No need to call unwanted attention now.

The eyes blinked once but there was no other answer. Draco increased The Call just a bit.

“Are you comfortable up there?”

“… sort of,” was the soft answer.

“I bet you would feel more comfortable down here with me… or maybe inside with all those pillows.” Draco tempted.

“I could be…” Harry dropped the green curtain he was using as camouflage a bit, sticking his head out of the green cocoon he had around himself and smiling to his Dominant below, “but it could be awfully dangerous down there. What if I am attacked?”

“I’ll protect you” promised Draco offering his hand, “come down here and let me take you inside.”

Harry carefully climbed down the tree, immensely happy that Draco had found him without any help. Draco had found him using his own skill. Harry felt like bursting with pride.

A blur of movement made Harry turn his head just in time to see a Dominant launch himself at him, trying to knock him out of Draco’s grasp, but Draco was faster than the intruder and pulled Harry behind him and out of the way.

The Dominants faced each other growling, their eyes in one solid color. Draco’s were silver and the other Dominant’s were a light shade of blue. They were measuring each other and preparing to fight. It was when it hit Harry. They were going to fight. That other Dominant was trying to hurt HIS Dominant, his family.

That moment something snapped inside Harry. No one, absolutely no one, would hurt his Dominant, no one would stand between them.

Harry’s eyes went solid green.